I will pace this earth, this ironic place.
Where from the walls, comes resolve, and they follow me.
She stood with no reply, I lusted for her glance.
As soon as the movement passed, I leapt!
A single dainty figure that can’t fall in line or love.
Wishing for a glance, I lust for her glance.

Too many times we find ourselves wishing upon a star that’s actually a plane.